Immature

My friends they’re all growing up Think they realized that nothing’s as good as it seems While I try to live off of my dream Sleeping off a headache from the night I had Just to get away and pretend I’m free From responsibility I could stop making excuses And start making it better But I’m too immature for that I’m tired of the little things Every little thing I’ll blame it on anxiety Too many possibilities While I count my days in coffee rings A sucker for my sympathy I’m stuck here now but I don’t know why why I try I could stop making excuses And start making it better But I’m too immature for that I could stop making excuses And start making it better But I’m too immature for that I want love But I don’t But I do But I won’t just enough to say it But maybe one day I could stop making excuses And start making it better But I’m too immature for that You know that I’m too immature for that